A/N: It's the last week of school and I have exams. Not that I've been studying, but I figured I could use a break. Oh, and this story is already planned out, and this story is about to REALLY take off. I won't give anything away, but just be prepared.
I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Five
Another Night
The week passed busily as family came to town and everyone got used to their new living situations. Miranda and Michael were great roommates and Lizzie and Gordo seemed perfect as roommates. The week was busy, though, and everyone was doing their own thing, either with the wedding or with their work, but everything was well prepared.
The night before the wedding was the wedding rehearsal. Everyone who was coming to the wedding from out of town was there and after the rehearsal, they had dinner and for some reason, Lizzie became really emotional during the dinner. She knew Miranda and Michael were going to have a great future together, and knowing that, she realized that she never experienced that with anyone and she would never experience that. She didn't make an issue of it, though, as this was Miranda's night to focus on. Her feelings would pass quickly enough.
Gordo, however, did notice that something was up. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Miranda for being so happy and he figured that was what Lizzie was feeling. He didn't understand how Lizzie pulled off all these weddings without thinking of her own love life. He couldn't do it. This was only the fourth wedding he'd been to and this alone was getting to him. It also didn't help that Gordo had a crush on Lizzie.
After dinner, wine was served and a few toasts were made to the happy couple that would be married the next day. After that, people left and Michael stayed with his parents at a hotel while Miranda would go back to their apartment.
Lizzie and Gordo were the last to leave and although Lizzie was tired, she had to work on the speech she was going to give at the reception, so she stayed up to work on it. Gordo was also tired and was ready to go to bed when he saw Lizzie in the living room sitting on the couch and working on the speech. When he looked at her closer, he saw that she was crying. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. He sat next to her on the couch and handed her some tissues that were on the table near him.
Lizzie sniffed, accepting a tissue, "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, and then she blew her nose, "I guess writing a speech about Miranda Is harder than I thought."
"Need help?" he offered.
Lizzie shook her head, "No, its my speech. It'll be fine."
"Are you sure I can't help? How far have you gotten?"
Lizzie showed Gordo the three lines of writing she had on her paper. She laughed through her tears, "I've heard thousands of speeches and have even helped write some. I don't understand why this one is so hard for me."
"Well, she is your best friend. This should be hard," he said. He didn't want to tell her of his suspicions because he knew it was a sensitive subject.
"It's like I have so much to say, but I'm incapable of saying it. How do you wish someone the best of luck in love and happiness when you're never going to experience it yourself? It's the weirdest thing, but every sentence I try sounds like I'm jealous or sounds so dry. I can't say 'I hope one day to feel as closely as you two do about each other,' when that's a lie?"
Gordo read what Lizzie wrote and it all sounded fine to him, "Lizzie, are you sure that's the real problem here?" he asked.
Lizzie took another tissue, blew her nose and shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, I used to be so sure that I was never going to get married of love anyone ever again. I've worked with thousands of weddings and it's never really bothered me before, but all the sudden, I don't know."
"Don't know what?"
"I don't know what I think anymore. I mean, part of me is really jealous to see Miranda so happy and really wants that to happen to me someday and knowing that, writing this speech is so depressing. Everything I say about them I want to be said about me. Oh, God! I'm not making any sense, am I?"
Gordo shook his head, "Nope, makes perfect sense to me. I sort of felt the same way as I saw the rehearsal tonight."
"Really?" Lizzie looked at Gordo as she calmed down.
Gordo nodded his head, "I think so."
"Oh, Gordo!" she said, "Your day will come one day. You'll find that special someone, date her, propose to her, marry her, and have kids with her," as she said this, the tears built up again.
Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, well I could say the same thing about you," he looked over at her, grinning and their eyes met in a gaze. Then, out of nowhere, Gordo slowly leaned in and Lizzie did the same. Seconds later, their lips met and they shared a small kiss. When the kiss ended, they pulled back long enough to look at each other before sharing another kiss. In a moment of passion, they could tell that the other one wanted this to happen. The second kiss lasted longer and deepened into a long, passionate kiss. It was amazing and surreal at the same time. After less than a minute, however, Lizzie ended the kiss and pulled back and after looking briefly at Gordo, she stood up and took her paper and pen, "Um, it's getting late," she said, refusing to look at him.
"Yeah," he said, a little disappointed, but feeling to weird to let the disappointment settle in.
Lizzie walked to her bedroom door and yelled, "Goodnight!" once the door was closed. She then looked around her room walked forward a little, and dropped on her bed. She wanted to scream. What just happened with her and Gordo? How could she have let herself get caught up in a moment? She was mad at herself more than anyone.
Gordo stood there for a minute, starring at Lizzie's door. He knew she wasn't coming out, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't explain that kiss, either. He didn't want that to happen, it just…happened and now…he felt weird. Whether or not he had a crush on her, he didn't want to act on it. He knew Lizzie didn't feel the same way and that kissing her just made things awkward. After a while, he walked to his own room, mentally yelling at himself for what just happened.
It took a while, but Lizzie and Gordo finally fell asleep in their own rooms. They would deal with the next day as it came and focus on Miranda's big day.
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The next day, Lizzie woke up early to deal with last minute preparations for Miranda's wedding. The wedding wasn't until six that evening, but Lizzie wanted to make sure she was out of Gordo's way so she would have to deal with an awkward confrontation.
She went to her office and forced herself to finish it without getting too emotional. She finished it and typed it up and printed it up. She then went to Miranda's apartment because they had an appointment to get manicures and pedicures. She ate a bagel at the office and then went to go meet Miranda. She made a point not to mention Gordo and did this by focusing on Miranda's day.
Big mistake. Miranda wanted to talk about the trip to Las Vegas that they were taking the next day. "Michael said he upgraded us to the honeymoon suite and you and Gordo will share the two bedroom suite the convention already provided us with. That's okay, right? I mean, you share an apartment and this is pretty much the same thing. I don't see a problem, do you?" Miranda asked.
"No, of course not," Lizzie said, laughing nervously.
"Good, because I didn't think you would, but you never know."
"It's not a problem," Lizzie repeated.
"Good!" Miranda said, "We'll be in Las Vegas for one night. The convention ends tomorrow afternoon and Michael and I have an early flight Monday morning to Paris. You'll fly back to LA later that afternoon. Michael and I will be back two weeks from today. This is so exciting!"
Lizzie smiled at Miranda. At least someone was having a good day. She knew she couldn't avoid Gordo forever, but ever since last night, the idea was tempting.
"So," Miranda said, grinning at her friend, "Do you think you'll gamble when we're there?"
Lizzie shrugged, "I don't know. What are you doing after the convention?"
Miranda smiled, "Actually, Michael and I are going on a date. Michael managed to get two tickets to Cirque du Soleil. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind?" Lizzie repeated, "No way! I think it's sweet!"
"Do you want me to see if we can get you tickets to any show?"
Lizzie shook her head, "I appreciate the offer, Miranda, but I'll pass. I'll probably just hang around the hotel or go to a movie or something. I'll figure it out when I get there."
"Okay," Miranda shrugged. Miranda was excited about today and Lizzie could tell. She was jumpy and anxious. Lizzie thought it was cute, though.
After they finished with their nails, they went to lunch with their moms. After that, they went to go get their hair done and by four o'clock, all they needed to do was get dressed. Lizzie went off to the church to see how things were over there while Miranda went home to get a few things. She and Michael were spending their wedding night in the hotel where their reception was being held.
Once that she saw that everything was fine, Lizzie went to get dressed and by the time she was dressed, Michael, his brother, and Gordo had arrived. Lizzie showed Michael and his brother to his dressing room and told Gordo, who was already dressed, to check for trash in the pews. She knew that there shouldn't be, but since he showed up an hour early, she gave him something to do so she could avoid him. Gordo could sense this when she told him to do this, but did so anyway, because he wasn't exactly up to converse with Lizzie then, either.
Guests started arriving a few minutes later and it was then that the four ushers, including Gordo, started showing guests to their seats. Lizzie's coworker started taking Lizzie's place so Lizzie could be with Miranda. Miranda looked stunning in her off white, lacey wedding dress that went down over her feet. Her mother was doing her make-up and then her mom did Lizzie's make-up. Lizzie wasn't used to being so settled at one place at times like this, but knew she had to stay there.
Finally, it was six. All the guests were there and sitting. Michael and his brother were with the minister waiting. A few minutes later, the organ started playing and people started coming down the aisle. Following Lizzie, the flower girl (Michael's niece) came out and then, finally Miranda with her father. The wedding march was played and once everyone was down the aisle, they turned to the minister.
Watching Miranda, Lizzie cried for her friend. She was getting married and Lizzie was happy for her. Michael showed up which made him the most impressive man Lizzie ever knew. The vows were said and within minutes, Miranda was married. The ceremony was flawless and Lizzie was proud. After they kissed, Miranda and Michael ran up the aisle and after taking pictures, it was time to head off to the reception. Miranda and Michael were driven off in a limo and the rest of the wedding party and the families drove in a different limo.
After more photo ops at the reception, it was time to party. Miranda and Michael seemed inseparable and Lizzie danced with a few people, like her father, her brother, Michael once, and even Miranda's father. Lizzie kind of wanted to dance with Gordo, because they were friends. She saw Gordo sanding off in the corner watching everything and felt bad. She sighed. This was Miranda's night. She couldn't let last night hand over her too long. She walked up to Gordo, "Hi," she said.
"Hey," he said back, "some party."
Lizzie nodded, "Thank you," she smiled.
"You're welcome," he said.
"So…" she said, looking around, "Want to dance?"
Gordo looked over at Lizzie, thoughtfully. He didn't want to say anything, but this was the last thing he expected, "Sure."
Lizzie nodded and smiled as she led him to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a slow song, so they swayed with the music. Trying to think of something to talk about, Lizzie said, "You know what this feels like?"
Gordo shrugged, "No, what?"
"Prom," she said.
Gordo grinned. She didn't seem to be bothered by the night before anymore, "Yeah. It's hard to believe that that was almost ten years ago."
"I know," Lizzie said. She looked over at Miranda and Michael and Miranda saw her and smiled. Lizzie smiled back. She then looked back at Gordo, "Time really does fly by. We'll be thirty before we know it."
Gordo nodded, still grinning, "I know. It's hard to believe."
Lizzie smiled and looked down and then back up to him, "Have you had a good day today?"
Gordo shrugged, "It was okay. Of course, it still hasn't hit me that Miranda is married. That'll take me a few months."
"Yeah, and by then, something else will have happened," Lizzie said.
Was it just Gordo or was Lizzie sort of flirting with him? Maybe that kiss really did mean something to Lizzie, after all. "Are you ready for your speech?" he asked.
Lizzie nodded, "I think so. I finished it this morning," she said, thinking back to last night, before the kiss, "Thanks for helping me last night," she looked down. Maybe she should say something about the kiss, she thought, "Also, I'm sorry for just leaving last night."
Gordo swallowed. Was she talking about what he thought she was talking about, "It's okay," he said, nervously, "I mean, I would have probably done the same thing."
"I made a big deal out of nothing. Here we are, two adult friends who shared a small kiss last night. That's it. It wasn't a big deal and it'll never happen again."
Gordo didn't know how to react to this. Here he was, pretty sure that Lizzie was going to tell him that she liked him or something, and she told him the kiss was no big deal. He nodded his head nervously, "Yeah, it'll never happen again."
The song ended. Lizzie said that thinking that things would be less awkward between the two of them, but now she sensed that she'd just made things worse. She headed to hear table, wanting to sit down, but was interrupted. Michael asked her if she wanted to dance. Lizzie looked around for Miranda and finally spotted her. She was dancing with Gordo. Lizzie agreed to dance and they danced, but Lizzie still felt like something was hanging over her head.
Maybe she shouldn't have said anything…or maybe she wasn't telling the truth.
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To Be Continued! Please review!
I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Chapter Five
Another Night
The week passed busily as family came to town and everyone got used to their new living situations. Miranda and Michael were great roommates and Lizzie and Gordo seemed perfect as roommates. The week was busy, though, and everyone was doing their own thing, either with the wedding or with their work, but everything was well prepared.
The night before the wedding was the wedding rehearsal. Everyone who was coming to the wedding from out of town was there and after the rehearsal, they had dinner and for some reason, Lizzie became really emotional during the dinner. She knew Miranda and Michael were going to have a great future together, and knowing that, she realized that she never experienced that with anyone and she would never experience that. She didn't make an issue of it, though, as this was Miranda's night to focus on. Her feelings would pass quickly enough.
Gordo, however, did notice that something was up. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Miranda for being so happy and he figured that was what Lizzie was feeling. He didn't understand how Lizzie pulled off all these weddings without thinking of her own love life. He couldn't do it. This was only the fourth wedding he'd been to and this alone was getting to him. It also didn't help that Gordo had a crush on Lizzie.
After dinner, wine was served and a few toasts were made to the happy couple that would be married the next day. After that, people left and Michael stayed with his parents at a hotel while Miranda would go back to their apartment.
Lizzie and Gordo were the last to leave and although Lizzie was tired, she had to work on the speech she was going to give at the reception, so she stayed up to work on it. Gordo was also tired and was ready to go to bed when he saw Lizzie in the living room sitting on the couch and working on the speech. When he looked at her closer, he saw that she was crying. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. He sat next to her on the couch and handed her some tissues that were on the table near him.
Lizzie sniffed, accepting a tissue, "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, and then she blew her nose, "I guess writing a speech about Miranda Is harder than I thought."
"Need help?" he offered.
Lizzie shook her head, "No, its my speech. It'll be fine."
"Are you sure I can't help? How far have you gotten?"
Lizzie showed Gordo the three lines of writing she had on her paper. She laughed through her tears, "I've heard thousands of speeches and have even helped write some. I don't understand why this one is so hard for me."
"Well, she is your best friend. This should be hard," he said. He didn't want to tell her of his suspicions because he knew it was a sensitive subject.
"It's like I have so much to say, but I'm incapable of saying it. How do you wish someone the best of luck in love and happiness when you're never going to experience it yourself? It's the weirdest thing, but every sentence I try sounds like I'm jealous or sounds so dry. I can't say 'I hope one day to feel as closely as you two do about each other,' when that's a lie?"
Gordo read what Lizzie wrote and it all sounded fine to him, "Lizzie, are you sure that's the real problem here?" he asked.
Lizzie took another tissue, blew her nose and shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, I used to be so sure that I was never going to get married of love anyone ever again. I've worked with thousands of weddings and it's never really bothered me before, but all the sudden, I don't know."
"Don't know what?"
"I don't know what I think anymore. I mean, part of me is really jealous to see Miranda so happy and really wants that to happen to me someday and knowing that, writing this speech is so depressing. Everything I say about them I want to be said about me. Oh, God! I'm not making any sense, am I?"
Gordo shook his head, "Nope, makes perfect sense to me. I sort of felt the same way as I saw the rehearsal tonight."
"Really?" Lizzie looked at Gordo as she calmed down.
Gordo nodded his head, "I think so."
"Oh, Gordo!" she said, "Your day will come one day. You'll find that special someone, date her, propose to her, marry her, and have kids with her," as she said this, the tears built up again.
Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, well I could say the same thing about you," he looked over at her, grinning and their eyes met in a gaze. Then, out of nowhere, Gordo slowly leaned in and Lizzie did the same. Seconds later, their lips met and they shared a small kiss. When the kiss ended, they pulled back long enough to look at each other before sharing another kiss. In a moment of passion, they could tell that the other one wanted this to happen. The second kiss lasted longer and deepened into a long, passionate kiss. It was amazing and surreal at the same time. After less than a minute, however, Lizzie ended the kiss and pulled back and after looking briefly at Gordo, she stood up and took her paper and pen, "Um, it's getting late," she said, refusing to look at him.
"Yeah," he said, a little disappointed, but feeling to weird to let the disappointment settle in.
Lizzie walked to her bedroom door and yelled, "Goodnight!" once the door was closed. She then looked around her room walked forward a little, and dropped on her bed. She wanted to scream. What just happened with her and Gordo? How could she have let herself get caught up in a moment? She was mad at herself more than anyone.
Gordo stood there for a minute, starring at Lizzie's door. He knew she wasn't coming out, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't explain that kiss, either. He didn't want that to happen, it just…happened and now…he felt weird. Whether or not he had a crush on her, he didn't want to act on it. He knew Lizzie didn't feel the same way and that kissing her just made things awkward. After a while, he walked to his own room, mentally yelling at himself for what just happened.
It took a while, but Lizzie and Gordo finally fell asleep in their own rooms. They would deal with the next day as it came and focus on Miranda's big day.
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The next day, Lizzie woke up early to deal with last minute preparations for Miranda's wedding. The wedding wasn't until six that evening, but Lizzie wanted to make sure she was out of Gordo's way so she would have to deal with an awkward confrontation.
She went to her office and forced herself to finish it without getting too emotional. She finished it and typed it up and printed it up. She then went to Miranda's apartment because they had an appointment to get manicures and pedicures. She ate a bagel at the office and then went to go meet Miranda. She made a point not to mention Gordo and did this by focusing on Miranda's day.
Big mistake. Miranda wanted to talk about the trip to Las Vegas that they were taking the next day. "Michael said he upgraded us to the honeymoon suite and you and Gordo will share the two bedroom suite the convention already provided us with. That's okay, right? I mean, you share an apartment and this is pretty much the same thing. I don't see a problem, do you?" Miranda asked.
"No, of course not," Lizzie said, laughing nervously.
"Good, because I didn't think you would, but you never know."
"It's not a problem," Lizzie repeated.
"Good!" Miranda said, "We'll be in Las Vegas for one night. The convention ends tomorrow afternoon and Michael and I have an early flight Monday morning to Paris. You'll fly back to LA later that afternoon. Michael and I will be back two weeks from today. This is so exciting!"
Lizzie smiled at Miranda. At least someone was having a good day. She knew she couldn't avoid Gordo forever, but ever since last night, the idea was tempting.
"So," Miranda said, grinning at her friend, "Do you think you'll gamble when we're there?"
Lizzie shrugged, "I don't know. What are you doing after the convention?"
Miranda smiled, "Actually, Michael and I are going on a date. Michael managed to get two tickets to Cirque du Soleil. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind?" Lizzie repeated, "No way! I think it's sweet!"
"Do you want me to see if we can get you tickets to any show?"
Lizzie shook her head, "I appreciate the offer, Miranda, but I'll pass. I'll probably just hang around the hotel or go to a movie or something. I'll figure it out when I get there."
"Okay," Miranda shrugged. Miranda was excited about today and Lizzie could tell. She was jumpy and anxious. Lizzie thought it was cute, though.
After they finished with their nails, they went to lunch with their moms. After that, they went to go get their hair done and by four o'clock, all they needed to do was get dressed. Lizzie went off to the church to see how things were over there while Miranda went home to get a few things. She and Michael were spending their wedding night in the hotel where their reception was being held.
Once that she saw that everything was fine, Lizzie went to get dressed and by the time she was dressed, Michael, his brother, and Gordo had arrived. Lizzie showed Michael and his brother to his dressing room and told Gordo, who was already dressed, to check for trash in the pews. She knew that there shouldn't be, but since he showed up an hour early, she gave him something to do so she could avoid him. Gordo could sense this when she told him to do this, but did so anyway, because he wasn't exactly up to converse with Lizzie then, either.
Guests started arriving a few minutes later and it was then that the four ushers, including Gordo, started showing guests to their seats. Lizzie's coworker started taking Lizzie's place so Lizzie could be with Miranda. Miranda looked stunning in her off white, lacey wedding dress that went down over her feet. Her mother was doing her make-up and then her mom did Lizzie's make-up. Lizzie wasn't used to being so settled at one place at times like this, but knew she had to stay there.
Finally, it was six. All the guests were there and sitting. Michael and his brother were with the minister waiting. A few minutes later, the organ started playing and people started coming down the aisle. Following Lizzie, the flower girl (Michael's niece) came out and then, finally Miranda with her father. The wedding march was played and once everyone was down the aisle, they turned to the minister.
Watching Miranda, Lizzie cried for her friend. She was getting married and Lizzie was happy for her. Michael showed up which made him the most impressive man Lizzie ever knew. The vows were said and within minutes, Miranda was married. The ceremony was flawless and Lizzie was proud. After they kissed, Miranda and Michael ran up the aisle and after taking pictures, it was time to head off to the reception. Miranda and Michael were driven off in a limo and the rest of the wedding party and the families drove in a different limo.
After more photo ops at the reception, it was time to party. Miranda and Michael seemed inseparable and Lizzie danced with a few people, like her father, her brother, Michael once, and even Miranda's father. Lizzie kind of wanted to dance with Gordo, because they were friends. She saw Gordo sanding off in the corner watching everything and felt bad. She sighed. This was Miranda's night. She couldn't let last night hand over her too long. She walked up to Gordo, "Hi," she said.
"Hey," he said back, "some party."
Lizzie nodded, "Thank you," she smiled.
"You're welcome," he said.
"So…" she said, looking around, "Want to dance?"
Gordo looked over at Lizzie, thoughtfully. He didn't want to say anything, but this was the last thing he expected, "Sure."
Lizzie nodded and smiled as she led him to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a slow song, so they swayed with the music. Trying to think of something to talk about, Lizzie said, "You know what this feels like?"
Gordo shrugged, "No, what?"
"Prom," she said.
Gordo grinned. She didn't seem to be bothered by the night before anymore, "Yeah. It's hard to believe that that was almost ten years ago."
"I know," Lizzie said. She looked over at Miranda and Michael and Miranda saw her and smiled. Lizzie smiled back. She then looked back at Gordo, "Time really does fly by. We'll be thirty before we know it."
Gordo nodded, still grinning, "I know. It's hard to believe."
Lizzie smiled and looked down and then back up to him, "Have you had a good day today?"
Gordo shrugged, "It was okay. Of course, it still hasn't hit me that Miranda is married. That'll take me a few months."
"Yeah, and by then, something else will have happened," Lizzie said.
Was it just Gordo or was Lizzie sort of flirting with him? Maybe that kiss really did mean something to Lizzie, after all. "Are you ready for your speech?" he asked.
Lizzie nodded, "I think so. I finished it this morning," she said, thinking back to last night, before the kiss, "Thanks for helping me last night," she looked down. Maybe she should say something about the kiss, she thought, "Also, I'm sorry for just leaving last night."
Gordo swallowed. Was she talking about what he thought she was talking about, "It's okay," he said, nervously, "I mean, I would have probably done the same thing."
"I made a big deal out of nothing. Here we are, two adult friends who shared a small kiss last night. That's it. It wasn't a big deal and it'll never happen again."
Gordo didn't know how to react to this. Here he was, pretty sure that Lizzie was going to tell him that she liked him or something, and she told him the kiss was no big deal. He nodded his head nervously, "Yeah, it'll never happen again."
The song ended. Lizzie said that thinking that things would be less awkward between the two of them, but now she sensed that she'd just made things worse. She headed to hear table, wanting to sit down, but was interrupted. Michael asked her if she wanted to dance. Lizzie looked around for Miranda and finally spotted her. She was dancing with Gordo. Lizzie agreed to dance and they danced, but Lizzie still felt like something was hanging over her head.
Maybe she shouldn't have said anything…or maybe she wasn't telling the truth.
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To Be Continued! Please review!
